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Performed By: Gary Willickers
Length: 3:27
Written by: Gary Willickers




Gary Willickers - Popular 2 Lyrics




Shoplifting diet pills from a local owned corner store
Retailed for $44, but they still installed monitors
But Who would think there'd ever be a more foolish teenager
Shitting on the livelihood of underpaid retailers

Subdivision city kids lie about their skinny limbs
But cant hide their cigarettes from siblings that live with them
Just instruments in basements recording my gibberish
Sinking into sadder songs of isolation I would love to share with you

When you never came back from heaven,
I knew that you probably weren't sleeping
But i liked u better then
We gotta get out of this bed
Because all of these spirits keep f*cking with me...

Nostrils or wishing wells? Sometimes its hard to tell
If everything i put inside's for good luck or suicide?
I'm inducing sickness, fever dreams for Christmas
Wrapped up in silver sheets
We decorate with thorny wreathes

Build me up with double dose
The sweet release of coming close
Break all my stupid bones and burn all my dirty clothes
Sing me something soft and divine
Then press your fingernails into my thigh
And keep your eyes open and staring in mine

When you never came back from heaven,
I knew that you probably weren't sleeping
But I liked you better then
We gotta get out of this bed
Because all of these spirits keep f*cking with me...
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Shoplifting diet pills from a local owned corner store
Retailed for $44, but they still installed monitors
But Who would think there'd ever be a more foolish teenager
Shitting on the livelihood of underpaid retailers

Subdivision city kids lie about their skinny limbs
But cant hide their cigarettes from siblings that live with them
Just instruments in basements recording my gibberish
Sinking into sadder songs of isolation I would love to share with you

When you never came back from heaven,
I knew that you probably weren't sleeping
But i liked u better then
We gotta get out of this bed
Because all of these spirits keep f*cking with me...

Nostrils or wishing wells? Sometimes its hard to tell
If everything i put inside's for good luck or suicide?
I'm inducing sickness, fever dreams for Christmas
Wrapped up in silver sheets
We decorate with thorny wreathes

Build me up with double dose
The sweet release of coming close
Break all my stupid bones and burn all my dirty clothes
Sing me something soft and divine
Then press your fingernails into my thigh
And keep your eyes open and staring in mine

When you never came back from heaven,
I knew that you probably weren't sleeping
But I liked you better then
We gotta get out of this bed
Because all of these spirits keep f*cking with me...
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Writer: Gary Willickers
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